Heathen Altar

I am an altar on which to spread your length

flesh and soft take me in your teeth

an offering, splayed and wide

a hot invite

a worthy sacrifice

a beckoning

an easy conquest?

but for the riot asked of you

to bleed your ancient pain

release from all mundane

lids tremble

gleaming slit

a challenge

to ride the channel

from dark beauty perfumed dirt

arse to heart

at the risk of

breaking

glass

you

palm my solar plexus

and wind your fervent speaking through bars of windmill mind

brave and serpentine

the shaking and pleading

the pantomime

of

ego

in exchange

for

her

receptivity

her

internal universe

her

rising tidal groan

on a wave of relentless heat

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Incandescent Arousal

shifting me

he shudders

my entirety

body

arching

exhale

he spills inwardly

returning home

we meet

in a temple of heated light

incandescent arousal

sex is god and it becomes us

the beauty

transported in a flume of electricity

water

lethal

a whirling dervish of time

a nucleus or an ion I am

something somewhere somehow

I go

he took me

to a place of infinite flexibility

where I will arch backwards

forever

an eternity of dissolving

expanding

everything

nothing

deepening

to earth into earth tasting earth

rubbing through me

releasing

healing

being

a lion a dancer a painter a breath

life death

…….. birthing earth

renewal

desire

I wriggle surreptitiously

to discourage and squash

but

despite Buddhist ideals and deep Catholic guilt

it soon becomes apparent  

it’s not going to stop

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pulling pins

 

how are you.

take care.

have a nice day.

safety pins

squeezing 

loose stitches

together

added precautions

pinning

dissolving seams failing 

curling release from pattern confining

liquid rust leaking

caught in the weave

of yesterdays cotton

a table cloth

bedsheet

potato bag story

pull it out

one by one

let it go 

and just like that 

a

body

collapsing

 

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illuminate

can you feel my love today?

I polish my window

can you feel today my love?

now

I am visible

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flame


tethered by light

like snow you don’t die

you melt

a slow drop

tenuous wet thread

and swinging

mimicking

opposites

a mirror

the planet

a pendulum

of petrified wood

your pain

yesterday’s musing…

i blame the sun

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just three words

come the sun

like an egg

star fire yellow

over my face

fool I am

still I surrender

to you sun

i am you

electric gold smile

encircling my chest

bending my mind

you rake me

your precious tines

your golden light

drowning and expanding

spiralling my chakras

turning me over

over and over

a thousand years

making me sapphire

lighting me up

my inner pyramid

you shiny motherfucker

just three words

just the mere

……thought of you…….

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